Chapter 67 Choosing Priorities
Chapter 67 Choosing Priorities.
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If I really left to build my career elsewhere, I’d miss Yuna’s teenage years–her rebellious phase. I wouldn’t be there to help her with her school tutoring or wait up for her when she came homete from her activities. When she eventually went abroad for college, it would be Shawn and Queena by her side, not me. I would just be a distant voice on the phone, checking in from far away.
At some point, tears had welled up in my eyes.
How should one live to have no regrets?
Early the next morning, Yuna ran off to look for Shawn, only to discover that his room was empty.
When I finished getting dressed and went downstairs, Mona told me that Shawn had already left the night before.
I figured that he was probably in a bad mood and had gone to seekfort from his beloved mistress.
At the dining table, Yuna munched on her food while looking at me. “Mommy, you’ve been dressing so beautifullytely. When I grow up, can I wear your clothes?”
I shook my head and responded to her question, “Nope. By the time you grow up, these clothes will be worn out already.”
She giggled. “My teacher said you’re so pretty and that I’ll grow up to be a beauty too!”
“Is that so?” <b>I </b>smiled, scooping another spoonful of porridge into her bowl and said, “Then eat more so you can grow up quickly.”
Today, I was wearing a white blouse with arge bow at the neckline, paired with a high- waisted mermaid skirt. Paired with my tall figure, the outfit looked elegant and striking.
From now on, I would dress my best every day, as a way to make up for what I owed myself.
On our way to drop Yuna off at school, she excitedly asked where we’d be going during the summer vacation. She rattled off a list of ces she wanted to visit, such as Disnend, Universal Studios, the beach and many more.
They were all ces I had taken her tost year. The memories were so vivid for her that she wanted to experience them all over again.
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I told her there were no ns for this summer. If she wanted to go somewhere, Shawn could take her as I needed to focus on work. She looked disappointed and pouted for the rest of the ride, ignoring me all the way.
When we arrived at the school gates, her teacher reminded her to say goodbye, but she just scoffed as she ran into the school.
Perhaps, I was getting more ignorant. I was no longer angry at her indifferent attitude.
At Apex Hotel, the renovations were progressing quickly. With a generous budget, everything was moving smoothly. Though the construction was scheduled for three months, I had already started discussing the promotional strategies with the advertisers.
When it was revealed in a meeting that I had allocated a significant sum for advertising, Queena voiced out her objections, arguing that good products did not need deliberate promotions and that we would cheapen the brand image and lower the standard.
Shawn was upset with mest night. Upon hearing Queena’s objections, I frowned and was worried that he would be indulged in her words, taking her side and eventually reducing my budget.
“What do you think?” Shawn looked at me from his seat at the head of the table.
I immediately stood up and presented my promotional n, emphasizing that we were in the era of diversification, where online tforms reigned supreme and inte traffic is the king. Marketing was undoubtedly essential.
Shawn had always been sharp in business, even more than me. So, when I mentioned that traffic is king, his brows lifted slightly in what seemed like approval to me.
Queena’s so–called concern about saving money wasn’t just about the budget, but more like a silent power move, as an attempt to suppress me.
Fortunately, Shawn didn’t reduce any of my advertising budget. Instead, he called me into his office afterward to ask if I was confident. I couldn’t guarantee sess, but I responded to him still, “I’ll do my best.”
Seated at his desk with his long legs crossed casually, he yed with a Rubik’s Cube in one hand while gazing at me deeply. He asked, “This whole ‘traffic is king‘ concept, where did you get that idea from?”
If I told him the truth, would he freak out?
<b>I </b>casually made something up, saying, “I did some market research.”
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He looked at me with suspicion. “Do you have a mentor guiding you behind the scenes?” His voice was calm, but there was an underlying sharpness. He continued, “Who is it?”
I looked at him with confused gaze. “What mentor? I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Is it Ethan?” Shawn suddenly mentioned a name.
I felt guilty for a second, but my expression remained calm. “We just know each other, that’s all.”
“When did you meet him?” he asked casually, as if he wasn’t really invested in my answer. He continued, “Surely, it wasn’t right after I introduced you two that you started secretly meeting for dinner?<b>” </b>
I stared at him in disbelief. I confronted him, “Did you have someone watching me?”
He set the Rubik’s Cube down and strolled toward me. With his hands in the pockets, he stood in front of me, and looked at me intensely. “I just happened to know someone who saw you two together,” he said.
Like hell I’d believe that. I knew Shawn too well for that.
He must have sensed my recent change that I wasn’t as devoted as I used to be to the household and how I no longer clung to him the way I used to. That’s why he started investigating. He probably thought I had fallen for someone else.